/ The wording is terrible but from what I am gathering, there is a post limit of 2400. But it’s broken into semi-hourly intervals, which is I am assuming where the 50 post limit comes from.
So, you’re capped at 50 posts at a time but that is only a temporary limit.
" i really dunno any politer way to describe her, i'm afraid. " he shrugged a little, chuckling to himself. if he could — he would very happily show a photo.
or a comparison at least.
lifting a finger to stop the stranger with a gentle tut. “ squid—y? never heard anyone be called squid—y before ... ” well, actually if he thinks about it he knows a few demons like that, “ never mind, forget i said anything. ”
" 𝒐𝒉, i think that one was a gift from the author. she gave me a few copies early on. lovely lady, bit squid-y but, very friendly. " oh and how he yammers on. anyone would think he's absolutely deranged.
if it weren't for the fact he's already speaking to a 𝒅emon.
taking the book once found, flipping through a few of the pages before giving a small nod of approval. he glances back up, “ how'd come across this one? ”
he's no idiot, but he won't prod that much for answers either. crowley was →
in this place really shouldn't even be seen by humans, so it's only fair. in depth guides to many worlds, theories and research on their creations . . .
it could be right up their alley.ᐟ
" 𝒐𝒉? an astronomy type. hm, i've got some 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 ones. and there's one here in the pile, give me just . . . " he trailed off, slowly moving book by book in order to find it.
a book on planets. one that shouldn't be on earth, but then again, many books +
shrugging, “ i enjoy books about ... ” vaguely waving a finger towards the ceiling, “ the universe and all that stuff, i suppose. ” if he really had to decide, those were the ones he tended to gravitate towards.
" well, i'd— not really been trying to, in all honesty, " that said. aboard the ship, he has more plant books and guides than one could imagine.
some of which were on the very scientific side of botany.ᐟ an old friend of his left those, and her greenhouse. " would be +
lips purse, glancing to the plant he had silentlt reprimanded behind the dark lenses. it shakes slightly —— knowing what was to come.
“ well —— that won't exactly encourage me to pick one up. ”
" everything collects dust if you allow it, " he pointed out. not as anything defensive, just a note.
" even the plants . . . " which he'd already noticed the other seemed to care for a lot, even for how briefly the time lord had been in the shop.
“ if you say so. i still don't 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 see the point. they take up so much space. ” floor to ceiling to be exact, taking up precious space that could be filled with various plants.
“ not to mention the dust they tend to collect. ”
his smile widened just a little, of course, he'd already figured that part out. " well. you at least seem to respect why these would all be important. that's more than most, at least. "
“ well, i don't exactly read. what does that make me? ” head tilting to the side, amused more than anything now.
it was rare that he actually gave anyone who came in a lick of attention.
" yes, well, it's not everyone that bothers with a good book anymore now, is it? could do a world of good if a few people picked up one once in a while. "
might have a few people bull their heads from out of their ar— anyway.
at that, crowley is almost offended for the true owner of the shop. but not quite ... because he wasn't necessarily wrong either.
“ i suppose so, but there are a fair few who wander in looking for young adult books only to be met →